My Man Is

He is
A reflection
Of my love
Molten
Like lava
Poured into a soul
The touch of Gods
Branded across his forehead
A chosen one
My savior
With a body
Molded and sculptured
To perfection
Stretching across my bed
The moonlight playing with
Every groove and muscle
In search of my body
In need of my touch

He is
A warm mist
Wrapping itself
Around my lushness
Over the curves of my hips
The rise of my breasts
The length of my neck
The softness of my lips
Delving into
The deep open places
I have kept
Concealed
For far too long
Reshaping me
From the inside out
My body weeps
With pleasure

He is
Moving me in ways
That leaves me
Breathless
Riding the crests of the sea
Flowing in with force
Receding with serenity
My personal Tsunami
A power of nature
Breaking me in two
Then mending me together again
My body I do not recognize
Without the friction of his skin
Or the beating of his heart
My time piece
I am
Oblivious to
The rising of the moon
The setting of the sun

He is
Darkness
Complex
The experience of time
Flows from him like poetry
You must be still to comprehend
Such strength of mind
His words creep up
The inside of my thighs
Touching my core
Creating new sounds and combinations
Within me
Writing our song
Each note
Shared with me
As it rolls off his tongue

He is
My every thing
As I respond
Here I am
And his strong arms
Pull me close
Once again
He whispers in my ear
Mine
And I answer
Yes
I am yours